But still you wish ill and injury on those whom you hate dislike. Such a nice, Christian boy...

I suspect Augustin is having fun. Your sanctimony, however, is in earnest as usual.

Sanctimony is only any good if it IS in earnest . Now, if Augustin is "having fun", he sure did a great job of fooling me and one or two others about it. Somehow, I kinda suspect he isn't, as the attitude expressed in his words above has come across quite strongly in other threads. But...nice job trying to defend him. If he's joking, it's not apparent. It's not all that difficult to make it apparent.

(Btw, when you use the term "sanctimony", by definition you are accusing me of having feigned or false righteousness. Did it ever occur to you that I might actually take Scripture seriously and try to live my life according to the Word of God and the Fathers, although I frequently fail miserably?)

(Btw, when you use the term "sanctimony", by definition you are accusing me of having feigned or false righteousness. Did it ever occur to you that I might actually take Scripture seriously and try to live my life according to the Word of God and the Fathers, although I frequently fail miserably?)

Your contempt and callousness toward your fellow human beings is pretty evident across the board. As for your self-deprecation act, it might be more convincing if you posted videos of you flagellating yourself.

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I thought all slumming is recreational? If you just live there normally, it's called being poor.

No, if you're poor, it just means you have yet to tap into market that is bored rich people looking for an experience. (Some of the bourgeoisie, more middle-class types, are paid to do slumming. Professional slummers may include undercover cops, soldiers, prostitutes, journalists, writers, actors, and artists. Although, to be fair, many of these might just as well be poor.)

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I thought all slumming is recreational? If you just live there normally, it's called being poor.

No, if you're poor, it just means you have yet to tap into market that is bored rich people looking for an experience. (Some of the bourgeoisie, more middle-class types, are paid to do slumming. Professional slummers may include undercover cops, soldiers, prostitutes, journalists, writers, actors, and artists. Although, to be fair, many of these might just as well be poor.)

I could have issued several warnings here for ad-hominems and other infractions. Really people, this is a Christian forum. Can we not try and conduct ourselves accordingly? Please refrain from personal attacks and un-Christian thoughts or this thread will be locked and warnings may be issued.

But still you wish ill and injury on those whom you hate dislike. Such a nice, Christian boy...

I suspect Augustin is having fun. Your sanctimony, however, is in earnest as usual.

I sanctimoniously declare that calling another sanctimonious is a sanctimonious action. Now who will sanctimoniously declare me to be sanctimonious for my sanctimonious post? We are all sanctimonious. Every last one of us.

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"For, by its immensity, the divine substance surpasses every form that our intellect reaches. Thus we are unable to apprehend it by knowing what it is. Yet we are able to have some knowledge of it by knowing what it is not." - St. Thomas Aquinas, Summa contra gentiles, I, 14.

When I was just graduated from college I unwittingly was taken "slumming" on a visit from the midwest to California to see my brother and sister-in-law. It was ridiculous. They wanted to stay at this motel in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco that was frequented by a lot of the alternative bands that came through town. So we got there and the motel room we shared was all done up in vampire themes, with mustard yellow walls and red and purple drapery and black velvet paintings of vampires. So, we then walked through a really scary neighborhood at night to the symphony and then walked back and it was even scarier. Going back to our room there were naked people at the motel pool, both in the pool and running around, and the motel bar looked something out of the Jetsons. Around 2 or 3 am on the hideaway sofa my face started itching, and I could hear some band outside the room talking about where they could go to get heroin. So, the next morning I was really glad to move on, but my face really started swelling up. Since it was Labor Day weekend, I couldn't go see any doctor and I called my mom back in Ohio who told me to go to the emergency room. So, my brother took me to the Stanford hospital. I was telling the nurse where I had been without saying "The Tenderloin" and she said, "oh my God, you weren't in the Tenderloin, were you? You could have gotten yourself killed!". While I was waiting for the doctor, this nurse was bringing other ER staff to my room and saying "This is the girl who spent the night in the Tenderloin!" I felt like a zoo animal. And then the doctor said I had a multiple of flea bite all over my face. I was so glad to go back to Ohio and haven't been back to California since.

I don't really get it. They spend money to experience 'poverty' in a 'safe' setting, but they really don't experience the daily grind of poverty which includes things like anxiety to provide for children, how to feed them, get fuel for a lamp, fuel to cook something, to not know if you will have a home tomorrow.

And it's odd that impoverished countries have higher birth rates than wealthier countries like Japan. Seems like if someone doesn't have a way to provide for children, maybe they should consider not having them, or having less of them.

But sometimes people have many children when times are good, and things change. So only God knows.

That is pretty disgusting that they spend almost a month's average wages for one night at the camp. But perhaps it will cause someone to have enough of an insight to others lives to begin to help. Bill Gates, for example, used to just hoard all his wealth, and somewhere along the line he had a change of heart and became a philanthropist.

If not, they are the rich man stepping over Lazarus. It's not a new story.

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A nation is not conquered until the hearts of its women are on the ground.

Then it is done, no matter how brave its warriors nor how strong their weapons -- Cheyenne proverb

I don't really get it. They spend money to experience 'poverty' in a 'safe' setting, but they really don't experience the daily grind of poverty which includes things like anxiety to provide for children, how to feed them, get fuel for a lamp, fuel to cook something, to not know if you will have a home tomorrow.

Maybe that’s the trick. Make it “unsafe,” and don’t give them any resources. Keep them locked in the “game reserve” for a week and see how well they fare.

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I don't really get it. They spend money to experience 'poverty' in a 'safe' setting, but they really don't experience the daily grind of poverty which includes things like anxiety to provide for children, how to feed them, get fuel for a lamp, fuel to cook something, to not know if you will have a home tomorrow.

Maybe that’s the trick. Make it “unsafe,” and don’t give them any resources. Keep them locked in the “game reserve” for a week and see how well they fare.

Mor Ephrem is a nice guy. Just say sorry and it will all be ok. Say I had things that were inside troubling me but I didn't know how to express appropriately. I will not behave that way again but I am seeking help.

We have similar creepy expressions in English about someone being so [X] that we could eat them up. Often addressed to children which just adds to the creepiness.

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...you can imagine so-called healing services of the pigpen. The books that could be written, you know: Life in the Pigpen. How to Cope in the Pigpen. Being Happy in the Pigpen. Surviving in the Pigpen. And then there could be counselling, for people who feel unhappy in the pigpen, to try to get them to come to terms with the pigpen, and to accept the pigpen.

When I was just graduated from college I unwittingly was taken "slumming" on a visit from the midwest to California to see my brother and sister-in-law. It was ridiculous. They wanted to stay at this motel in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco that was frequented by a lot of the alternative bands that came through town. So we got there and the motel room we shared was all done up in vampire themes, with mustard yellow walls and red and purple drapery and black velvet paintings of vampires. So, we then walked through a really scary neighborhood at night to the symphony and then walked back and it was even scarier. Going back to our room there were naked people at the motel pool, both in the pool and running around, and the motel bar looked something out of the Jetsons. Around 2 or 3 am on the hideaway sofa my face started itching, and I could hear some band outside the room talking about where they could go to get heroin. So, the next morning I was really glad to move on, but my face really started swelling up. Since it was Labor Day weekend, I couldn't go see any doctor and I called my mom back in Ohio who told me to go to the emergency room. So, my brother took me to the Stanford hospital. I was telling the nurse where I had been without saying "The Tenderloin" and she said, "oh my God, you weren't in the Tenderloin, were you? You could have gotten yourself killed!". While I was waiting for the doctor, this nurse was bringing other ER staff to my room and saying "This is the girl who spent the night in the Tenderloin!" I felt like a zoo animal. And then the doctor said I had a multiple of flea bite all over my face. I was so glad to go back to Ohio and haven't been back to California since.

SF (I just heard Rush tell a story about "the community" protesting semi-transport of high tech employees) seems to be reaching critical mass. That's going to be a mess.

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Question a friend, perhaps he did not do it; but if he did anything so that he may do it no more.A hasty quarrel kindles fire,and urgent strife sheds blood.If you blow on a spark, it will glow;if you spit on it, it will be put out; and both come out of your mouth

Mor Ephrem is a nice guy. Just say sorry and it will all be ok. Say I had things that were inside troubling me but I didn't know how to express appropriately. I will not behave that way again but I am seeking help.

When I was just graduated from college I unwittingly was taken "slumming" on a visit from the midwest to California to see my brother and sister-in-law. It was ridiculous. They wanted to stay at this motel in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco that was frequented by a lot of the alternative bands that came through town. So we got there and the motel room we shared was all done up in vampire themes, with mustard yellow walls and red and purple drapery and black velvet paintings of vampires. So, we then walked through a really scary neighborhood at night to the symphony and then walked back and it was even scarier. Going back to our room there were naked people at the motel pool, both in the pool and running around, and the motel bar looked something out of the Jetsons. Around 2 or 3 am on the hideaway sofa my face started itching, and I could hear some band outside the room talking about where they could go to get heroin. So, the next morning I was really glad to move on, but my face really started swelling up. Since it was Labor Day weekend, I couldn't go see any doctor and I called my mom back in Ohio who told me to go to the emergency room. So, my brother took me to the Stanford hospital. I was telling the nurse where I had been without saying "The Tenderloin" and she said, "oh my God, you weren't in the Tenderloin, were you? You could have gotten yourself killed!". While I was waiting for the doctor, this nurse was bringing other ER staff to my room and saying "This is the girl who spent the night in the Tenderloin!" I felt like a zoo animal. And then the doctor said I had a multiple of flea bite all over my face. I was so glad to go back to Ohio and haven't been back to California since.

Trust me, the entire state of California is exactly like this.

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Radiates, vegetables, monstrosities, star spawn— whatever they had been, they were men!

- Lovecraft, At the Mountains of Madness

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When I was just graduated from college I unwittingly was taken "slumming" on a visit from the midwest to California to see my brother and sister-in-law. It was ridiculous. They wanted to stay at this motel in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco that was frequented by a lot of the alternative bands that came through town. So we got there and the motel room we shared was all done up in vampire themes, with mustard yellow walls and red and purple drapery and black velvet paintings of vampires. So, we then walked through a really scary neighborhood at night to the symphony and then walked back and it was even scarier. Going back to our room there were naked people at the motel pool, both in the pool and running around, and the motel bar looked something out of the Jetsons. Around 2 or 3 am on the hideaway sofa my face started itching, and I could hear some band outside the room talking about where they could go to get heroin. So, the next morning I was really glad to move on, but my face really started swelling up. Since it was Labor Day weekend, I couldn't go see any doctor and I called my mom back in Ohio who told me to go to the emergency room. So, my brother took me to the Stanford hospital. I was telling the nurse where I had been without saying "The Tenderloin" and she said, "oh my God, you weren't in the Tenderloin, were you? You could have gotten yourself killed!". While I was waiting for the doctor, this nurse was bringing other ER staff to my room and saying "This is the girl who spent the night in the Tenderloin!" I felt like a zoo animal. And then the doctor said I had a multiple of flea bite all over my face. I was so glad to go back to Ohio and haven't been back to California since.

Trust me, the entire state of California is exactly like this.

Even Napa?

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Happy shall he be, that shall take and dash thy little ones against the rock. Alleluia.

When I was just graduated from college I unwittingly was taken "slumming" on a visit from the midwest to California to see my brother and sister-in-law. It was ridiculous. They wanted to stay at this motel in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco that was frequented by a lot of the alternative bands that came through town. So we got there and the motel room we shared was all done up in vampire themes, with mustard yellow walls and red and purple drapery and black velvet paintings of vampires. So, we then walked through a really scary neighborhood at night to the symphony and then walked back and it was even scarier. Going back to our room there were naked people at the motel pool, both in the pool and running around, and the motel bar looked something out of the Jetsons. Around 2 or 3 am on the hideaway sofa my face started itching, and I could hear some band outside the room talking about where they could go to get heroin. So, the next morning I was really glad to move on, but my face really started swelling up. Since it was Labor Day weekend, I couldn't go see any doctor and I called my mom back in Ohio who told me to go to the emergency room. So, my brother took me to the Stanford hospital. I was telling the nurse where I had been without saying "The Tenderloin" and she said, "oh my God, you weren't in the Tenderloin, were you? You could have gotten yourself killed!". While I was waiting for the doctor, this nurse was bringing other ER staff to my room and saying "This is the girl who spent the night in the Tenderloin!" I felt like a zoo animal. And then the doctor said I had a multiple of flea bite all over my face. I was so glad to go back to Ohio and haven't been back to California since.

Trust me, the entire state of California is exactly like this.

Even Napa?

Oh yeah...and Sonoma. I should know...I spent 18 years in California, and every square inch of it is EXACTLY like that. EXACTLY!!